The tale of the life of a rose through the eyes of a daisy.

Anonymous Artist

05/13/4099, Forsythia, Spring Kingdom:

   A few days had passed since her last trip to the institution's library . The young girl had not left her room for three days now. Zephirine prepared her book basket in order to bring back all the books she had borrowed. The young student showered and dressed in a long white dress covered in small flowers, before putting on her silver-colored pumps and leaving the pavilion. The young girl crossed the long corridors of the academy in silence. When she finally reached the bookstore, she headed towards her favorite table under a large window. The studious blonde emptied the contents of her basket onto the wooden table. It was with amazement that she noticed the presence of the white envelope trapped in one of the books. Zephirine grabbed the heavy pile of books, ignoring the mysterious letter she left on the desk. She started walking towards the shelves on which she took care to put away her borrowed books. The young girl, once the books were neatly put away, turned silently to return to her table, it was then that she noticed the small envelope at her feet. Zephirine, annoyed, picked it up and opened it abruptly, her blood running cold when she discovered its contents. It was a poor folded sheet that had been crumpled. The young girl unfolded it while holding her breath. It was the portrait that had been given to her last Christmas. It was indeed the one she had lost. Suddenly the pieces of the puzzle began to come together in Zephirine's mind, pieces that she no longer remembered existed. She looked around the bookstore without finding the person she wanted. The girl, her heart pounding, went to her table, grabbed her basket and ran out of the bookstore. Her footsteps echoed through the long stone corridors. She crossed the entire building before finally arriving in the arts corridor. Her long blond locks tangled behind her. Zephirine tripped over her long dress, dropped her basket and pulled it up to her ankles. The girl inspected each of the rooms without finding a single person. The blonde with the beating heart continued her run through the stairs and ran towards the classrooms, then she decided to go to the only corridor where she was not allowed to go. Zephirine pushed open the door that led to the pavilions of the young students. Out of breath, she began to climb the steps that led to the floor where the rooms of the young boys in the sixth year of the academy were located. With her right hand she held her dress firmly, with the other she held the portrait prisoner. Curious, surprised glances fell on her, she had no right to be in these corridors but nothing was going to slow her down. Zephirine finally crossed the pavilions before stopping in front of a heavy wooden door with the first and last names of its residents in iron letters. The young girl was about to knock on the door when it opened. She held her breath as the door opened to reveal a tall blond man with paint-stained fingers. He looked at her perplexed, without a sound. The young man was wearing black stockings and a white shirt. He slid his gaze over the young girl in front of him before stopping on the white envelope she was holding firmly in her hand. Slowly, he grabbed it. Zephirine felt the warmth of his hand on hers and didn't move, she didn't dare breathe anymore. The young man with blond hair smiled softly, a sad smile. He took a deep breath before parting his lips and breaking the silence.
"-Do you know how hard it was for me to put his letters under your tree every year?"
Zephirine began to smile, she felt a hot tear running down her cheek. But it wasn't a tear of sadness, it was joy. The young girl shook her head gently. The handsome artist laughed softly before continuing.
"-Oh how beautiful you were in your heavy midnight blue coat."
Zephirine didn't remember wearing a blue jacket for years, she understood that he was talking about the one she had worn on the very first day at the academy. She looked into Ambroise's eyes while smiling. The young man approached her again and grabbed her right hand.
"-Have you lost your tongue, Heisenberg?"
The young girl shook her head again, laughing softly. Her heart was beating so empty that she felt her head spinning.
"-Why?" It was the only word she could say.
"-I didn't know how to approach you, you were always surrounded by your friends and then Wendy was so controlling that she didn't allow you to talk to me." He revealed.
"-But I don't know I don't know who you were, how could she have stopped me from talking to you?" Zephirine finally asked him, slowly regaining her senses.
"-You didn't remember me?" His voice heavy with pain, Ambroise fell silent.
"-Until you came to sit next to me, I had never seen you." She confessed.
"-I remembered you..." He murmured.
"-I know, and I am infinitely sorry for not having understood who you were earlier."
"-How could you have?" The young man laughed softly as he observed Zephirine.
The beautiful blonde lowered her head with crimson cheeks.
"-Zephirine..." The young man murmured.
She raised her head and looked at him.
"-Who is he?" She asked.
"-Nothing..."
Ambroise leaned over her and placed his lips on the girl's. Before moving away from her with a smile.
"-But Abigaelle?"
"-I'm only doing father a favor, as you once said so well."
"-Oh I wanted to apologize for everything I said."
"-Me too, I'm sorry Zephirine." He said, had to let go of the girl's hands.
She looked up at him. But he avoided her gaze.
"-I...um...I have to...um...go home I have things to do I'm sorry Zephirine really." The young man stepped back awkwardly and closed the door. Zephirine's heart sank, she didn't understand how he could have left like that. She held back her tears as she crossed the corridors belonging to the young boys of the academy. But once on the other side of the door she couldn't hold back anymore. The red-cheeked girl began to sob. She walked back to her pavilion, on the way she picked up her basket and once in the common room she made sure not to make noise so as not to alert her two friends. Zephirine locked herself in her room. She took out of a drawer all the letters and portraits collected over time and threw them outside, tearing them up. The beautiful blonde with tired eyes lay down in her bed and without a sound fell asleep.